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The silence stretched on Quentin was aware of the fact that Alice hadn't said anything. The longer she went without talking, he considered his words and how they were interpreted. "Alice," he started, sighing. He needed to choose his words better.
"I'm sorry. It's just a lot to take in and I'm trying to put everything together to make it all make sense." Running his fingers through his hair, he found a seat and sat down, though it was more like a perched sort of sitting. He liked the feeling of security of being somewhat stuck between the chair and a table. Like he was safe from something. He didn't know what, but it was a comfort all the same.
"I'm sure we'll figure something out. If the Library's controlling the magic, maybe he's fine."